Worse Than Shameful: No Need For Modesty_New April 24

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Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 34. It's Better to be Dressed than Undressed


It turned out my older brother wasn't the only one who tried to cheat. One by one, each contestant had to submit to a visual uniform
inspection. Mrs. Whipple even did an underwear check, not to be sure the boys were wearing undies, but to make sure they weren't!

As a relative of one or in this case, two of the contestants, I was allowed to be in the tent with mom when the names, ages, and readiness
to compete was called out by Dorthea, the treasurer of the Triple B. I got to watch with growing excitement, as Mrs. Whipple lifted up
the Roman gladiator leather-like skirt, lifting it high to show those of us watching a quick glimpse of each boy's dick. With such a
variety of ages represented on the stage, some of these boys had pubic hair and full-sized dicks, and some were still small and hairless like
my brother Chad.

At eleven, Chad is the youngest of the twelve. Some stocky kid named Dennis is the oldest at sixteen. Dennis's dick was short and thick, big
of balls and thick of pubes, but for some reason he didn't turn me on even though he was the oldest. All of the contestants were in good
physical shape, none being ugly, fat, or overly skinny. Though the glimpses of each boy's genitalia were brief, I was able to make a mental
list of which boys I liked best after a first impression. Not surprisingly, I concluded the one I liked best was the body I had seen the most of,
and that was the tall, slender, athletic, body of a model with the face of an angel...Wilfred, who it was announced is fifteen years old.

While this inspection was going on, I saw Delilah at the whiteboard. She was adding the age next to the names on the list. But getting back
to the business of the uniform inspections, Bradley wasn't the only one caught with an unauthorized article of clothing on. One of the boys
near the end of the line was also found to be wearing underpants under the skirt. It was Harvey, a thirteen year old. Poor Harvey still had
on his tighty-white briefs. Another delay ensues as Mrs. Whipple berates Harvey for being improperly dressed. Harvey will join Bradley
after the inspection is over in finding out what the punishment will be.

If this was a beauty contest, Wilfred would get my vote, but though Nazir was totally opposite the blond demi-god in appearance I thought
he got second place. Nazir had jet black hair in tight curls. His skin is lightly tanned, and I asked mom about his features such as a sharp and prominent nose. Mom said Nazir had classical Mediterranean looks that can be seen from North Africa to Lebanon. Nazir is the same age as Bradley, but with a penis that is longer, more slender, the patch of pubes darker and thicker than my brother's. The main difference I noticed
with Nazir is his balls seemed to hang down more than the others, but the glimpses were short, and more research would be needed.

Twelve contestants were inspected, and two were found to be insufficiently ready, meaning slightly overdressed. Ten were dismissed, and
these boys quickly exited the tent with their family and friends. Bradley, Chad, my mom and I remained behind. Not surprisingly, Bradley looked concerned. He and Harvey were about to have a little get together with Mrs. Whipple and the others who run this camp.

Dorthea came over to us. "Chad, you did good in your inspection. There is no need for you to remain. You too, Marie. Take your brother
outside. Your mom will remain here. She is the official guardian for Bradley. She must remain for this meeting."

* * * * *

Word had gone throughout the campsites that two of the contestants failed inspection. My brother and I waited just outside the scorer's tent.
I watched as the others gathered. There were whispers among some, shared laughs among others. Being at our first ever gathering of this Triple
B association, I had no idea what to expect.

The whole crowd consisted of around a hundred or so, mostly teenage girls, with a scattering of adult moms and aunts as well. Surprisingly,
there were no adult males. I did see some men get out of their vehicles when those cars parked to unload. But for some unknown reason,
the men are a no-show.

The flaps of the tarp-tent entrance are flipped open. Dorthea and Delilah step out into the open, the crowd forming a semi-circle around them.

"Back away. Get back and make some room," Dorthea says, and the crowd opens up to give way before her.

Not knowing what to do, Chad and I move as the crowd does, as it makes a space for others to exit the tent. The next two to come out are
Bradley and Harvey. Their shields and gladiator uniforms are no longer on them. However, neither one is entirely naked. Bradley and Harvey
each have something attached over their genitals.

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"Ha ha. They got fitted with chastity devices," one of the moms shouts, and this causes a round of laughter to resonate throughout the
crowd, though most of the younger ones look on with confused expressions. I didn't completely understand what I was looking at either.
The thing has a heavy circular ring that went over the top at the base of the shaft, then went around my brother's ballsack. His penis is
encased inside a metal cage. It's stuffed into that cage and has no room to move. I could see immediately the problem that would arise
if Bradley was to become aroused while wearing it. Getting a boner in that thing would be painful, and more so for my brother than
for Harvey. Bradley appeared to be much larger than Harvey did, but they each had their penis stuck into a cage with the same dimensions.

Other than this bizarre shiny chrome device, the only thing each of them have on is a leather strap keeping their wrists tied behind
their backs. Bradley and Harvey look bewildered and scared. Mrs. Whipple and a small group of older women follow the two boys out of the
tent. My mom is the last one in the small line of women. She looks determined, like whatever is about to go down is necessary, though
unpleasant to think about.

"To the whipping post with these two," Mrs. Whipple shouts.

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Poor Bradley! I bet he wishes he'd just removed his boxers now like most of the other boys.

I was sort of hoping he'd be kept fully naked with his penis on full display for the entire camping trip but this chastity device may be even more embarrassing for the boy. I wonder how long he has to wear it for? Will it just be for the whipping or for the entire camping trip?

Fascinated to see where this goes.

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Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 35. Punishment at the Pole


The whipping post turned out to be the camp flagpole, which had three flags at the top, US flag, the State flag, and a banner with three
big blue letter B. This flagpole is situated close to where the stacked wood of the bonfire is ready for the first night's events. The crowd
first gave way, and then followed Bradley and Harvey as Mrs. Whipple and her little gang of Association officers took the two boys to the
place for punishment.

I saw Wilfred run off somewhere, and he was moving fast. I lost sight of him, but not for very long. By the time my brother was being tied to
the flagpole, Wilfred showed up again with several things in his arms. As the crowd of onlookers gathers around, Wilfred handed what looked
like a multiple strap whip like thing to one of the other boys, Dennis the oldest of the gladiators. One more thing he had, and Wilfred handed
what looked like a long plastic or metal stick thing to Mrs. Whipple.

The strap around my brother's wrist is tied to a hook a couple feet above his head. It's loose enough that he can turn around to face toward
the pole or have his back to it. He just can't unhook the strap himself and run off. Bradley is on one side of the flagpole, Harvey on the other.
Harvey looked so scared, and so small. At thirteen, he was nearly a foot shorter than Bradley, and slender like my other brother, but without
Chad's soccer playing legs and firm butt. Harvey looked like a bookworm kid, with longish hair hiding his ears, big round glasses on his nose,
and braces on his teeth. Harvey looks like the kind of kid the big boys pick on on the playground. Now he's being bullied by teenage girls
and grown women.

Mrs. Whipple raised her hand, and the crowd got quiet. "There will be ten lashes with the whip. Wilfred and Dennis, please take your positions."

It looked just like out of an old historical movie, a Roman soldier dishing out a terrible punishment to a slave or criminal. I was horrified. I
was thinking this could really hurt. There was no official countdown, each punisher keeping his own count as he gave the ten whacks on the
prisoner's backside. Swoosh goes the sound of the whip through the air. I expected Bradley and Harvey to cry out in anguish when the straps
smacked their bare skin. I saw my brother flinch the first couple strokes, but when he didn't cry out I realized he wasn't in any real danger.
The whips are not the real thing, made of some colorful straplike material that is more for show than doing damage.

I nearly laughed out loud, seeing the seemingly serious punishment being carried out by a toy that one can buy at a shop for adventurous
sex partners. The crowd seemed to enjoy the show, but I suspect some of them may have been less than thrilled at the lack of actual pain
involved. Ten lashes per person went by quickly. Then Mrs. Whipple told the tied-up boys to turn around and put their backs to the pole.

"This first transgression of the rules is punished lightly. It is a warning to do what you are told and not ask questions. Obey without hesitation.
However...I am not done with you yet. This device you see in my hand comes in handy on a ranch. This is a cattle prod. It takes quite a jolt
to get a thousand pound animal to get a move on. I have to crank this baby up to make the big bad bulls go through a chute for a veterinary
checkup. Lucky for you there is a power setting. Even on the low setting I think it will leave a big impression in your mind as a reminder to obey instructions immediately and properly."

Mrs. Whipple pointed the four foot long prod toward Bradley. She moved her arm, pressing the point of the cattle prod right onto the
chrome chastity cock cage. Sparks fly and I can hear the ZZZAAAP.

Dozens upon dozens of girls squeal and clap their hands. Their faces are vicious, full of blood lust. This is high hilarity for them, and they
love it.

Bradley would have doubled over in pain, but his arms are tied up above his head. All he can do is moan as he tries to raise the legs upward
to protect his crotch. His legs rise up, but he can only keep them up for a second or two before the feet thud down on the ground.

"Owww, Shit" Bradley says, and this causes quite a twittering among the crowd as the teenage girls laugh and mock him.

"He's smokin' hot" I hear a girl shout.
"I love sizzling steak," another says.
"Oh man...his spermies are gonna be fried," says one creative and kinky girl. "I wonder if they'll have extra wiggle when they shoot out?"

Bradley only got the one zap. Harvey is on the other side of the pole, and can't see what happened. But Harvey has a better idea of what
is to come when the Boss Lady comes around with the cattle prod. ZZZAAAP..."OOOHHH Damn" the kid yells out, and I wonder if he can feel
the jolt of electricity all the way through the metal braces on his teeth.

I was laughing when watching Wilfred place the pretend whipping on my brother's back, but the cattle prod electrocution of Bradley's balls
left me speechless. This was shocking. Every part of him that is touched by the metal rings of the chastity device must sting something fierce.
I immediately felt sorry for the two boys. They didn't sign up for this. All these girls laughing as this mean old lady gets her jollies out on
zapping young guys on their boy parts. I didn't know what the right words were to call it, with my insufficient Middle School vocabulary. I'll just
say it again, both my brother and I were shocked, and my mom stands by watching it happen.

Bradley and Harvey are released from their bonds. Their cock cages are not removed, but they can get dressed again in their gladiator
outfits.